Chapter 246

But he didn’t. He still loved it. It was still home.

And he must have sat there longer than he anticipated, because Andy opened the door for him, a rueful grin on his mouth. “You’ll turn me into a southern gentleman, eventually?” Andy suggested, waving him out.

“Just a veneer,” Scooter said. “You’ll always be a Yankee underneath. In fact, you are a damn Yankee.”

“And yet you married me anyway.” Andy checked the time on his phone. “Simon’s not bringing Billie home until after lunch. We’ve got a couple of hours if you want to just chill and process or whatever.”

“My marryin’ you is what made you a damn Yankee,” Scooter pointed out. He stepped closer into Andy’s personal space. “You came down here, and now you won’t leave.” He slid a hand around Andy’s waist, resting his fingers on Andy’s belt, feeling the warm skin just below the tee. “Give you another decade or so, an’ maybe you’ll work your way up t’ being a southern sympathizer.”